Alone with You in the Ether

by Olivie Blake

“So when people say we’re alone in the ether…?” “Alone in everything. In time and space, in existence, in religion.”

He could look back on himself, time-traveling through retrospect, and see that he was in love with her right away,

“Because I think you need me more than you want me, Regan, and I think maybe—” There was a dull drone in her ear, temporarily deafening. “—I think maybe that means that I should go.”

Whatever you are made of, Charlotte Regan, I am made of it, too.

“She does burn me, she ignites me, you’re right. But it’s different, they’re different things.” He was thinking more than he was saying, unsure what was even coming out of his mouth. Science without faith is crippled, Masso, and life without it is soulless. She is my hope and for that she is dangerous, unequivocally, but she is also alive, unreservedly. It took this long for me to finally understand.

“I’ll do whatever she wants me to do,”

Because of you, she would whisper in his ear, I made the very first real thing I have ever made,

Damn it, I love him.

That she will keep turning corners until she finds him.

Her clinical mood disorder does not disappear because it can’t and “healthy” for them will always be a relative term.

Because when they embark, they will have each turned a corner.